Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin ´em
and like, back and forth because ah
this is.. what you thought it wasn´t
It beez.. the brothers representin´ the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
Verse One
Slim-shady brain dead like Jim Brady
I´m a M80, you Lil´ like that Kim lady
I´m buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain´t gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I´m doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I´m an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don´t know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I´m comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I´m comin out swingin, so fast it´ll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I´ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
Chorus:
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac
I just don´t give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I´m on crack
I just don´t give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don´t give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon´ get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don´t give a fuuuuuck!!
